"It's not surprising. When you... well... I... or rather we, inexplicably arrived in this world, didn't we subconsciously think that anything could happen?" Richard said, looking at the childlike version of himself.
"That's true." The childlike version of him nodded and muttered to himself, "If logic starts to unravel, in a sense, it's no different from a madman, or maybe we have already accepted agnosticism. What can't we accept? But... speaking of which, haven't we all not given up struggling, trying hard to figure out what this world is all about."
After a pause, the childlike version of him looked over seriously and asked, "I'm a bit curious now, how far have you come?"
"If the truth of the world is a mountain range, I should be considered to have climbed to the top of one mountain. There are still many, many mountains ahead, and I am sure that if I keep going, I will reach the end one day. But I'm not sure when it is or what it is." Richard said.
